The Parachute Dilemma - Money and Fame

Choking on the same cliches
Words that don't mean anything
Too mediocre for money and fame
My mark's a stain

I won't be a martyr yet
Strong caffeine and deep regrets
Too mediocre for money and fame
My mark's a stain

We'll be the flames that rise
To burn the paper planes at night
He said
The sun will blind you anyway
We'll be the flames that rise
To burn the paper planes at night
He said

I am unoriginal
Carved from cheap defectives molds
Born too late to notice my name
My mark's a stain

Fed up with complacent cries
Terrified and paralyzed
Born too late to notice my name
My mark's a stain

We'll be the flames that rise
To burn the paper planes at night
He said
The sun will blind you anyway
We'll be the flames that rise
To burn the paper planes at night
He said

And when you lose your mind
It's only just in time
Bored to tears with no one to blame
My mark's a stain

See kaleidoscope designs
Pinned right here behind my eyes
Bored to tears with no one to blame
My mark's a stain

We'll be the flames that rise
To burn the paper planes at night
He said
The sun will blind you anyway
We'll be the flames that rise
To burn the paper planes at night
He said

Written by:
Dan Hauk

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